— summary; you thought you could handle nagi in bed. spoiler alert: YOU COULDN'T.
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❋ Everyone clocks it the second you walk into the training room with Nagi.
❋ Not because he’s acting any differently.
❋ He's still slouched over, posture terrible, casually unbothered, hands shoved in his pockets like he’d rather be in bed.
❋ Which is typical Nagi behaviour.
❋ Fine.
❋ The problem, therein, lies with you.
❋ You’re walking as though your bones are made of glass and your skin is made of paper.
❋ Exhaustion radiates from every pore.
❋ The dead-eyed stare of a traumatised soldier returning from war.
❋ And most tellingly -
❋ You stop to glare at Nagi every few moments, looking for all the world like a kicked puppy.
❋ (Ineffective. He is unbothered. Moisturised. Happy. In his lane. Focused. Flourishing.)
❋ Reo looks at you.
❋ Really looks.
❋ And almost drops his bottle.
❋ “. . . Oh my God.”
❋ Bachira perks up.
❋ “Hey, did you guys finally -”
❋ You flinch as though you’ve just been shot.
❋ Nagi just scratches the back of his head, and, without missing a beat, says, “Mmm. Yeah.”
❋ No shame.
❋ Just casual confirmation for all the Blue Lockers in a five-foot radius.
❋ And that’s when the room goes silent.
❋ DEAD SILENT.
❋ You would throw your clipboard at his face, except . . .
❋ It’s too far away, and you’d have to get up from the bench.
❋ And you . . .
❋ Literally can’t.
❋ Your legs haven’t recovered just yet.
❋ So you settle for glaring at Nagi. Again.
“Don’t say that in public!!”
“Why not? ‘S true . . .”
❋ And then, perhaps to add insult to injury, Nagi adds:
❋ “You said you could take it.”
❋ Somewhere in the distance, you hear someone choke on water.
❋ “. . .”
❋ You have no answer to that, because he’s technically right.
❋ You had been young.
❋ Cocky.
❋ Self-assured.
❋ And stupid.
❋ Because you’d taken one look at Nagi, at 190cm of a professional striker with absurd stamina and body control, and dared to think:
❋ Wow, Nagi's lazy and sleepy all the time. I can do this!
❋ Wrong.
❋ WRONG.
❋ Unfortunately for you, you’ve since learned that once he actually gets interested in something, he commits.
❋ You had to learn that the hard way.
❋ Several times.
❋ And that isn’t even the worst part.
❋ No.
❋ That would be how Nagi keeps wandering over to you in the middle of practice, all warm and clingy like an oversized cat.
❋ Arms looped around your waist.
❋ Fingers curling around your wrist.
❋ Resting his chin on your shoulder from behind while you’re trying to work.
❋ And -
❋ He keeps absentmindedly saying the filthiest things that make it painfully obvious to everyone in the vicinity just how thoroughly he’d managed to ruin your motor functions for 24-48 business hours.
“Did your hips stop hurting yet?”
“Are the bruises gone?”
“You were whining my name louder last night.”
“Wanna come over again later?”
❋ And every single time, the nearby Blue Lockers look like they just got flashbanged.
❋ Isagi especially suffers because he keeps accidentally overhearing things no man should ever have to hear.
❋ All he wants to do is focus on football, and suddenly he's hearing Nagi murmur:
❋ “You looked cute crying, though.”
❋ The poor guy can't catch a break.
❋ Even Rin looks disturbed.
❋ RIN.
❋ Which is saying a lot.
❋ And even though you're still mad at Nagi for temporarily ruining your ability to sit, stand, and bend over...
❋ Unfortunately . . .
❋ You’d absolutely let him fold you like his laundry again.
how to handle your chaotic partner! with vivien hugo ⋆.˚༄
this was requested!
get used to their spontaneity (and surprises) ⋆ . ࿔ ˚
“Hey, Viv!” you barge into your humble abode, calling for your boyfriend all the way from the entrance hall. Once in the living room, you approach him with an air of mischief that is familiar and hence doesn’t raise any suspicions yet. “Guess what I did.”
“What is it you’ve done dear?”
“I said guess!”
Whatever Hugo was doing suddenly became extremely disinteresting as he took note of your excitement. And he won’t lie, he’s a bit weary of what you could be dropping on him. “I’m not sure. Did you bring another cat home without my knowledge?”
“No, I didn’t find any on my way home today.” Okay, he’s glad he won’t have to worry about being a father to another cat so soon after you decided to bring a stray home not even two weeks ago. “Try again.”
“Did you fight the neighbour over "your parking spot” again?”
“Nooo. Not today at least.”
“...Did you run someone over then?”
“What?! No!”
“I can’t think of anything else then. You’ll have to tell me.”
“I got a tattoo!” That definitely wasn’t in his bingo for today. Since when were you planning on getting one of those? And just where is it, because every uncovered spot on your skin that Hugo’s eyes can see are free from any type of ink?
“I don’t see anything though.”
“Cus it’s on my back, look!” you turn around and lift your shirt, revealing nothing other than a trampstamp of a butterfly. “Ta-dah! Do you like it?”
“What prompted this exactly?” It might sound like he’s found it distasteful when he says it like that, but it’s quite the opposite. He likes it. A lot. Still, he’s caught off guard by this radical decision of yours. “You never said anything about getting one before.”
“I don’t know. Guess I wanted to change my look a little,” Little is not a good word to describe your new ink as it sits quite big in your lower back. “Plus, I’m kinda carrying a piece of you everywhere I go now. Isn’t that cute?”
When you see it from that perspective it is, indeed, very endearing.
Enough to get him flustered actually.
be prepared for their weird questions at all times ⋆ . ࿔ ˚
It’s the morning of Hugo’s birthday.
Neither you or Hugo have any responsibilities to tend to, so you’re graced with the luxury of lazing and fooling around together in bed for once, and your boyfriend, like the clingy man he is, has his arm around you and his thumb drawing circular patterns on your naked back.
The room is quiet, but the silence between you is not unwelcomed.
Besides the chirp of the birds outside and your mingling breaths, no other sound can be heard.
This is the best gift Hugo could ever ask for. To have the person he cherishes the most in his arms after showing his love for them in the most intimate and sincere way two humans can. No other present he gets today will ever top the one you gave him this morning, and everyday really, which is the fortune of being loved by you.
He should thank his lucky stars more often for making you his soulmate this lifetime. But he’ll do that later. Now, he wants to enjoy this rare tranquilility with you.
“Viv,” your voice breaks the quietness of the moment. By the tone in your voice, he can immediately tell a question is coming. You have this peculiar habit of querying him at the most random times possible. He obviously doesn’t mind it. He’d say he finds it amusing actually, so he’s looking forward to hearing what is in your mind today and is ready to give you a good answer.
“Yes, mon chou?”
“...What do you think is the meaning of our existence?”
Oh.
This question is too normal compared to what you usually ask. He can’t help to wonder why you chose to ask him that now of all times though.
Not that any of the other questions you’ve made ever made sense at the time they were asked, it’s just hard to compute in Hugo’s head why you’d ask something so deep in the afterglow of your lovemaking.
He’s wondering if it was potentially so bad and boring that your mind started to ponder about the meaning of life in the midst of it.
He sticks to ignoring that silly thought and shifts his mind’s focus to the question at hand. “What is the meaning of our existence, you said?”
“Yes…What do you think we’re really here for?”
“Hm,” he doesn’t need to give much thought to it. “To follow our aptitudes and live the life that’s intended for us.”
“Of course you’d say that.”
“Were you expecting anything new?”
“I was, for some reason. Maybe I need to think of better questions to ask you.”
“You do that,” he kisses the top of your head before pulling you even closer.
The stillness from before his back, however it didn’t stay for long, because somehow that brain of yours has another thing stored for him. “I think I have a better one now.”
“Speak to me dear.”
“So like…would you rather, sit on a cake and suck a dick or sit on a dick and eat a cake?”
“I-I’m sorry?”
He clearly wasn’t prepared enough today.
be aware that they might climb you at random moments of the day ⋆ . ࿔ ˚
“What is it you’re doing, mon chou?”
“I’m pretending to be a sloth hanging off a tree?” the way you said that like it was the most normal thing in the world made Vivien feel like the dumb one for even asking. “Don’t move please.”
He kind of needs to move if he wants to finish making his pre-workout before leaving for team practice. Yet he follows your orders and lets you hang off his arm for a little longer, flexing it hard enough to keep you from falling on the floor.
If this is what you want to do, he’ll entertain you like the good boyfriend he is.
always hold their hand in public or they will get lost ⋆ . ࿔ ˚
This was supposed to be a nice and calm trip to the mall.
Hugo was on the lookout for a new pair of cleats before the oncoming season of games he has, as his other ones were worn out and you’ve been urging him to get new ones for ages at this point. It was a lot harder than you imagined it to be to convince Vivien that getting new shoes was the only option because he had a sort of attachment to his old ones. Plus, your boyfriend can be a little superstitious and genuinely believes those busted shoes of his give him some sort of extra luck for his matches.
Fortunately though, you’re very persuasive — or perhaps Hugo is the one who cannot say no to you for too long. Either way, you managed to drag him out the house with the purpose of getting him some new kicks.
At least that was the initial plan of action. Because instead of looking for new shoes, Hugo is on the search for his partner who disappeared as soon as he took his eyes away from you to speak to a worker for less than five minutes.
Yes, you evaporated into thin air and got Hugo stressed out in the span of five minutes.
His first instinct was to call you, just to hear the sound of your phone vibrating inside the handbag on his shoulder after the first three rings.
As much as he’s trying to stay calm during this whole fiasco, there’s a part of his brain that is reprimanding him for his carelessness. How the hell did he not hear you sneaking away earlier?
Since calling you is out of the question and he has probably gone into every store on this floor, you’ve left him with no other option besides one..
“My love,” His voice echoes throughout the whole building as he speaks to you through the intercom. “I am waiting for you at the entrance. Please come back, I’m getting worried.” The curious eyes he’s getting from the other patrons would bother him in any other scenario, now though? he’s focused on finding you to care.
“I hope this helps to find them,” the nice security lady who gave him the permission to use the intercom is giving an apologetic look. The type you give a worried parent who lost their child in a mall and not to a guy who’s lost their partner who’s very much grown.
One could say this strategy was a little over the top, but the relief of seeing you walk towards the entrance a few minutes later was worth every weird look he got. “They were giving free samples and I got tempted…Sorry.”
“It’s fine, my love.” Although you got him worried for a good while, Hugo cannot bring himself to be upset. He can never be upset with you no matter what. “Just hold my hand for now, okay?”
And this time he’ll make sure to not let go of you.
an — im posting a bday fic late AGAIN :(((( anyways happy late bday to my beautiful king hugo vivien. ily sexy daddy sorry i failed u </3. also i did this while half asleep AGAIN. so if there's any mistakes...then idk.
context: cooking Sae breakfast, only for him to end up feeding you instead.
you sit up on the edge of your bed fiddling with the sheets as you thought about what to cook for yourself , you had just spent the last ten minutes doom scrolling on social media, occasionally glancing over Sae's sleeping face
yawning slightly, you finally slipped on your slippers and padded towards the kitchen deciding to make breakfast for him. But since his strict diet meant avoiding processed carbs, and artificial flavorings , and pretty much all unhealthy stuff that you only eat occasionally now because of him, you decided to whip up something that aligns with his nutritional limits
you scrolled down through your notes until you found something that fits the frame, which is also the one he'd lean into for breakfast , white rice topped with japanese salted kelp
it sounds and looks too boring, just some salted kelp hugging the warm rice beneath, and nothing more, feeling a little bad , but at least you'd get to munch some stuff he couldn't , well sometimes , he'd remind you that 'You're literally paying money to sabotage your own cellular recovery' just because you ate salted chips last week
you opened the fridge to find some leftover fries, he did mention he hated these right? at least he didn't throw it out this time or he probably just didn't look properly inside the fridge, nonetheless you grab the little carton of fries and heated it up inside the microwave, planning to have it as a little snack after finishing your own breakfast
....
"Sae, you awake?" you asked , nudging his shoulder "I made you breakfast"
"What," he stirred awake, sensing the faint smell of grease before his eyes snapped open to see you munching a fry while handing him his tray "am i seeing?"
"fries" you answered, a little smirk slapped on your face "What's wrong with it?"
"didn't I tell you that junk is for the weak willed?" he sighed in frustration "You're already giving in to cheap dopamine before the sun is even fully up."
you blink innocently , popping another fry into your mouth "it's just potatoes, I'm pretty sure I can eat a vegetable as a reward for being a good chef."
Sae looked from the pristine , steaming bowl of rice to you, his hand darted out snatching the rim of the bowl and grabbing his chopsticks before he suddenly reached past you and took the fry box entirely
you gesture at the tray
"Hey!" you exclaimed "That's mine-"
"I knew I should've thrown this out." he muttered, placing the carton on the bedside table , completely out of your reach
"You're eating with me" he stated. He scooped up a clump of rice with his chopsticks and nudged the tips against your lips , prompting you to open up
"It's plain-"
"Eat."
"fine.."
a/n: yum right guys
Me non non's claiming this fic as yours chugging it to ai ect kaitris3
Summary :: your apartment’s neighbor!Vivian Hugo is your ‘crush’in some way,you talked to him once or twice but after that you never spoke to him again,but after a few months you met a girl and then you discovered something.
Warnings & notes :: !PLEASE READ THIS¡, apartment AU, afab!reader x vivian hugo,fluff, reader name is Kaoruko haruka(NO Y/N HERE), reader is 20 y.o, Hugo's sister plays a major role in this story(also i called her ‘Adelai’), charles mention, reader is japanese and mention of reader studying fashion designer in BFA(Bachelor of Fine Arts).
For this one-shot I thought in “el chico del apartamento 512” from Selena Quintanilla,but this isn’t exactly like the song,on the other hand…HAPPY BDAY VIVIAN!!!! ILYSM. Ah,I’m not native so this could have some issues.
Wc! :: 2.3k
When you arrive at your new home,well,your apartment,the first thing you did were become that empty place to a cozy one; you know,decorating it,cleaning it up,buying furniture,things for a new beginning!
And for that new beginning it was necessary to make your apartment feel like your home,something familiar,and for that there were to put “comfortable” things in some way.
But ¿how are you going to feel that it is your home if you didn’t know anything about surroundings? It was pretty easy,taking a walk around the city,and although you just take a walk and no more,your obsession for the desserts took over you,and then every time you saw a bakery you went into, and that happened around three hours. But unless you order a piece of cake for takeaway, although honestly you had something stuck on your mind; soon I’m going to start the university and although you were ‘adult’ person
¿Who doesn’t feel anxious in an unfamiliar place? Because you felt it.
Going to reality,overthinking that took many hours,you knew that you only went to a few bakeries,the problem was that you were spending a lot of time in each one. But what can we do? Easy,just come back to your apartment.
While you took a breath and pressed the close-door button, you noticed that the elevator would stop one floor behind yours,so you stepped some steps to the right. Then you glanced.
“oh my-”.
The shock was immediate,you haven’t seen a guy with that hair color,but in another hand, his eyelashes had the protagonism in his face. He was the proof in real life of “the boys have more eyelashes than girls”
But before staring at him,you stopped,because you thought you would be seen as a rude girl.
Ding dong
It was the sound that the elevator have stopped at your floor,normally you would leave the elevator without thinking so much,but this time you were eager to go into your apartment? Yeah,it was.
“Uhm,lady,you forgot this box” the guy told you,you take the box for it carry handle.
“Thank you so much for telling me,have a good evening” you answer, giving a slight smile.
¿How could you forgot something that you have been buying that same day? When you have literally all the walk being focused at that box? It was like you forgot everything the moment you left the elevator.
“Even though I think this now,he was so tall or you were so small”and honestly that thought was stuck on your mind until you arrive home
As soon as you could get dressed in some cozy clothes and loosen your hair you started to write in your diary,it was a new hobby that gave you calm,because you could say everything you wanted without having to explain everything. Normally you wrote somethings that you notice around your surroundings or some polemic opinions,and the boy of today wasn’t exception.
“Finally,today I am in France,I even took a walk, ¿the people here are tall? Nevermind,on another hand the guy of today has extra-large eyelashes,I would never reach that large. Apart from that his hair was gorgeous,i was about to ask for him what shampoo he uses”
While you finished writing and decorating the diary with stickers and one draw of the boy,like your habit,you took the box from the fridge and served yourself,although you served so much meringue.
“Nah,I'm writing too many things about him” you joked and took a big bite of your piece of cake.
“And what if I have a crush?- PUAJ” you added.
After chewing a little bit you notice a bitter taste and instantly you come back to reality— in some weeks you start university and you had nothing to begin to talk about,so tomorrow you will buy supplies.
The next day you did everything to go to buy supplies;you got dressed,combed your hair,ate your breakfast and finally you left your apartment.
“Let’s seeee~” you dragged out while you whined.
“Drawing pencils,scissors,anatomy book,drawing tablet-” you stopped. “What the heck do I have to buy a drawing tablet if I know how to draw traditionally?”you got slightly annoyed.
Honestly,you chose the fashion designer career in BFA just because you were good at sewing,only for that,ah, also because you were so lazy to look for another career you like. However you didn’t think that that field of study was that hard.
¿Who would think that a BFA major would be so bad for buying supplies? Mannequins,professionals drawing pencils,sharpies,etc.
When you finished buying,without joking you had eight bags full of supplies,if you didn’t call a taxi you would’ve died,even though well,your wallet hurts more than anything. Who would think that just for one thing to be called “professional” would increase the tax by like 600$? But unless when you arrived at your apartment you would prove your new drawing tablet and for that you had a good idea.
After you unpacked the tablet and arrived at your apartment you were ready to start to draw,but before that you had to review if the tablet had some issue,and fortunately It hadn’t! So you started to draw.
Your idea was simple,a guy with college clothes talking with someone,but like you hadn’t any idea of how to do the guy,so you started to draw the background;you knew,desk here and there and like you always do in your drawings, a board with some joke written in your native language.
As soon as you finished the background, your mind was blank of how the guy of your drawing could be,so what better idea than to look for some guy’s sketch in your diary? Because you suppose that if you wrote something about somebody it was because that person was interesting, and at the end…you weren’t right.
There was just basic “boy’s design”, and the only thing that was “wow” was because they had some good accent or things like that,until you saw the last page;was the guy of yesterday and he was the exact design you wanted for this situation. So you started to draw the boy,some large eyelashes over here,some large eyelashes over there.
And then you heard your phone.
Ringgg ringgg ringgg ringgg
It was a notification from your university,briefly it says that one week before get into the university they would do a “welcome week” in some way,like show some classrooms,know some people and know who are going to be your teachers,and like you were ¿How aren’t you going to be there? It would be a good opportunity for get some friends,because when you arrived in France, you didn’t get any friends. So when you review more you remembered that that week you didn’t have anything to do.
Days after days you were only thinking how would be the people there,outgoing people? Calm or quiet people? Although you had already an archetype because you thought that everyone that studied fashion design would be outgoing people.
And as meanwhile you overthink it more and more as the days spent faster. So fast that the day you were waiting for arrived,and you were ready,but in a social way.
When you arrived it was so obvious that you were the most extrovert there,you were always asking what their expectations were for this university like it was like an elementary school,and in a friendly way, you were attracting people. But you were always presenting yourself by the shortest way possibly,just because of you were eager to talk about stuff. But unfortunately,your name was always catching the attention.
“Uhm,¿me? My name is haruka kaoruko I’m twenty years old and I chose to study fashion design”
Your name obviously wasn’t European,was Japanese. And everyone had a question, well,you aren’t french ¿why travel from Japan until France just for study something that you were able to study in your country with excellents colleges and university. And for you that was so easy to answer “Just because France is fashion capital,right?” and yeah,that sound childish but it was always your dream since your childhood,to explore the fashion world and learn many things about it.
But i was easier to explain with saying “i wanted to study in another country” than have to explain everything from bottom to top,so,since that day you started to say it to everybody until one day you meet a girl with a similar vision like yours. Adelai,she was french but she understood you even before you could talk about it,it was like have a twin,she understood you in everything,but out of joke,you were confused why the both of you were in different classroom,literally she were one years older than you,but unless you could talk to her in shared classes,breaks,etc.
While you were more talking to her,you were more best friends,even she told you that she had a little brother called Vivian,his friends were one with god complex and another with nine siblings,and you normally asked yourself how she handled that mess.
But,even though you were ”normal” you noticed that some things remembered you to that guy of the elevator,and,like it was destiny,you saw him again. But this time was because of an Amazon box.
Ding dong ding dong
Was the doorbell of your apartment,when you opened the door; just an Amazon box. Surely the delivery was tired.
But how the delivery could confuse apartment 12 of 5th floor with 512 one of the 4th floor? But well,that day you were so lazy for go to the lobby, and although you were like that,you had to give the box to their owner.
And when you checked the name; it was Vivian Hugo. It was funny that you know about Vivian and then you know another person called Vivian.
So you took the box on the table and you wore your shoes to deliver the box correctamente,you went into the elevator and when you arrived at the front of apartment 512,you knocked.
And immediately you saw the person who opened the door,you knew who was,he was the guy in the elevator; extra-long eyelashes,red-black hair, yes,you were right.
“Good evening,this box appeared in front of my door,by the apartment number I think you're the owner” you told him,giving him the box carefully just in case it was fragile.
Without joking,you thought it would be a longer conversación,but the guy,well, Vivian were a quiet person,although his personality matches with his apariencia. And talking about that you noticed one thing: his eyes was lifeless. It was funny; his name is Vivian that means “life” and his eyes show the opposite.
But for that same reason it was perfect for writing in your diary,you rather to write things that make you funny or things non logicals,so the first thing you did at the moment of had arrived was that.
“ How could somebody have a name that means “alive” if his eyes doesn't show it?”
You read that again,it was the second time you wrote about him,one thing you never did in many time with someone.
You heard a noise from your phone,it was a notification from the lobby.
You heard a noise from your phone,it was a notification from the lobby.
“We noticed some issues at the moment to deliver boxes,if someone got a box that don't belong to them,return it to the lobby or to the correctly apartment ”
“Just after that happened? They are good for advising us” You said while you turned off your phone.
Even though each time you saw less that guy,each time he was more on your mind,it was so that sometimes you were out of it in class hours, you were thinking things like “i would see him today or not?” . He was just a normal guy,you talked to him twice and no more happened. Even your mind associated him to some stuff,for example; a bitter cake box,something with red and black,you wouldn't surprise if your mind associated Amazon to him at this point.
But the only thing that made you forget about Vivian,was Vivian,Adelai's little brother and the things he do,even the last thing Adelai told you about him was that he was reading a blank book,A BLANK BOOK. And although you barely imagined his little brother like Vivian,your neighbor,but then you remembered that he was black haired because of the photos Adelai showed you..
And talking about Adelai,like normally you didn't spend time with her while classes or something that involve don't be shared classes,the both of you went to places for talk and obviously spent time together. Until one day she invited you to her home.
Meanwhile you were getting ready you asked yourself of could be her home until you saw the address. Same building,one floor behind yours,apartment 512.
And suddenly,everything started to work; he was her little brother.
With nothing anymore to do, you got ready and rang the doorbell. You felt awkward because you were in your “crush’s” home, but at the same time you could feel at home because it was your friend’s house. Then the moment when she was going to tell you about her brother arrived.
“¿Do you wanna see my little brother?although I showed you photos of him in his childhood” Adelai asked you,obviously she doesn't know that you saw him twice,even though you tell her “yeppo”
Then when Adelai opened the door“you were who reported the box stuff?” The guy asked, or rather Vivian.
“What box are you talking about?” Adelai asked while she let you walk in.
“I'm talking to her,not you” he added
And instantly,just for a moment, you felt your heart beating out of the ordinary.
note. #hell yeah would want to do this to whoever i’ll end up dating pre-rs like fr. I can't flirt for shit, but you know…
feat. Sugawara Koushi, Kuroo Tetsurou, Osamu Miya
Sugarawa Koushi
You were supposed to be studying. Well, you were studying. Around five minutes ago, but now you’re bored, and your attention has gone from playing with your pen to just looking around the room. Until your gaze falls on Sugawara's hands, and you find yourself staring.
“Kou.” You tap his wrist, and he looks up from his textbook.
“Hm?”
“Your hand’s kinda big.”
Sugawara blinks, then laughs—soft, breathy, a little surprised. “Is that so?”
You realize what you said, and you flush slightly, already planning to backtrack, but he’s already turning his palm upward and placing it beside yours on the table like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His fingers relax. He doesn't push or tease, —just leaves it open.
The difference is… noticeable.
And somehow that makes your face hotter than it should.
“Huh,” you say, way too quietly.
Sugawara hums like he’s considering something important. Then, gently, he shifts his hand so his fingers brush against yours—measuring without actually measuring, just feeling the comparison, then he gently takes your hand, lining up your palms. His hand is definitely bigger than yours, and your heart is in your throat.
“You’re smaller than I expected,” he says casually, like he didn’t just rearrange your entire nervous system.
Then he smiles. “It’s cute.”
You immediately regret everything.
Kuroo Tetsurou
He notices before you even say anything.
“You’re doing that thing,” Kuroo says, leaning back in his chair with that irritatingly confident grin. You pause, then look at him. “What thing?”
His eyes flickers to your hand. “The staring-at-my-hand thing.”
You scoff, but you’re already caught. “I’m not— I was just—”
“Curious?” he supplies, dragging the word out like he’s entertained by you already. Before you can escape the conversation, he leans forward, elbow on the table, and casually flips his hand palm-up between you both. “Go on then,” he says. “Compare.”
You hesitate for half a second too long.
That’s all he needs.
He shifts closer, resting his hand next to yours like he’s done this a hundred times just to mess with people. His fingers are longer, warmer, and annoyingly steady.
“You’re thinking too hard,” he says, watching your expression instead of your hands.
“I’m not thinking at all,” you lie.
“Sure,” he replies, smirking.
Then—just to make things worse—he lightly hooks his pinky around yours.
“Mine’s bigger,” he adds, smug as ever.
You immediately pull away, cheeks flushing. “I think it’s obvious enough without doing that.”
Kuroo laughs like he had just figured something out, and you already know from that grin that he really did.
Osamu Miya
It’s you who brings it up, in the middle of lunchtime, but only because the silence between you two feels too comfortable to waste.
“Let me see your hand,” you say suddenly.
Osamu pauses mid-bite of his onigiri.
He stares at you. “Why?”
“I just want to.”
That seems to be enough for him. He doesn't tease, nor comment on it. Osamu just sets his food down and holds out his hand like it’s nothing important.
You place yours beside it.
And immediately notice how small yours looks.
“…Huh,” you mutter.
Osamu glances down, then back at you. “What?”
“Nothing. Just… yours is kind of big.”
He shrugs. “I work with food all day. Prob’ly helps.”
You’re still staring when he turns his hand slightly, palm brushing yours—not dramatic, not teasing. Just aligning them properly like he’s actually trying to understand what you’re looking at.
His fingers curl once, absentminded.
Then he says, like it’s obvious: “Yours fits nice though.”
You blink. “What does that even mean?”
“It means what it means,” he replies, already reaching for his onigiri again.
xtra+notes: twins, marriage, christmas ♪～(´ε｀ ) w Sae Itoshi
The house is completely quiet at 7:38 a.m except the rhythmic thumping sounds coming into the hallway
Sae wakes up instantly, picking up the noise that came along with soft knocking on the door. Beside him , you're fast asleep, and head tucked under the heavy duvet. Sae carefully lifts his arm from around your waist sitting up with a grunt before he padded towards the door to answer it
"It's 7 in the morning. Why are you awake?" He murmurs , kneeling down to meet their eye level "Don't tell me you both opened the gifts from downstairs."
"she told me it's Christmas!" Fidgeting on a plastic spatula
"No I didn't! Papa she's lying" the other whined making those cute puppy eyes feign tears already crinkling
Sae sighed, rubbing his nose bridge out of both frustration and disbelief, although he should expect this, and maybe next time hide it inside a doghouse—or something atleast somewhere least obvious than stacking it around the Christmas tree
"Papa I made breakfast, look" she nudged the plastic steak on his lips with a grin
While you were still sleeping, he couldn't do anything except sit down with the twins playing kitchen pretending to sip on a cup of coffee
"this," he pauses, placing the plastic cup with a dull clink "is lukewarm, i prefer my coffee hot. 1 star"
The two giggled in unison, handing him out a menu after serving him weird food combinations, displaying giant B's and sentences gradually going up, if they had a guideline to write on, perhaps it wouldn't travel high up to the moon
a/n: I'm so invested w Sae having twins n stuff ESPECIALLY GIRLSSS , it looks a lil too cute ngl 🩷 heh and I also used cool dividers 😎
me non non's claiming this fic as yours chugging it to ai ect kaitris3
syn: is it just hugo, or was japan really hot in the summer?
wc: 1850
notes: fem pronouns / fluff / no y/n used / ooc hugo / miscommunication-ish / they're both still stupid your honor / kaiser appearance! / jealous! hugo hehehe / hugo lowk crashes out internally
a/n: happy birthday my silly french boy <3 trust i will write something (separate from dctm-verse) with the new info from vol39
previous series masterlist next
there is never a dull moment working in blue lock. if it wasn't just dealing with teenage boys, then there was also adults like buratsuta who treated you were a dumb girl who couldn't tell left from right, and if it wasn't them, then it was administrative issues. and if it wasn't administration issues, then it was hugo.
you still remember it like it just happened, the smile that felt more like a smirk, the way he gave you his jersey (which you still don't know what to do with), and his eyes when he asked for your number. he hasn't let you forget that one, not with the way he texts you "good morning" and "goodnight" everyday since then without fail. you're a little impressed by his dedication, if nothing else, but you haven't seen him since thanks to the troubles that came with having to oversee just about everything else.
most of you is pretty thankful for it, because hugo does still creep you out, but a little part of you inexplicably wants to see him even if just in passing. it was bad enough that you thought he was pretty after the match, but wanting to see him? you might as well say that you're working for the enemy! you can already see the headline: blue lock team manager caught fraternising with france! selling the national team's secrets?
when the reality was that hugo was the one coming onto you!
whatever, you grumble to yourself, pausing at an intersection. even after all this time of working here, the hallways still confuse you. you look at the map on your phone, something you've made a habit of keeping open after you got lost for the nth time, and scrutinised the passages. where was training room 7…?
"you look a little lost, miss manager." a familiar voice echoes through the hallway, and it makes you sigh with exasperation. unfortunately for you, you happen to know exactly who it is.
behind you stands michael kaiser in all his… well, you would say glory if you were as starstruck as you were when he first came to blue lock, but after dealing with him for those few months, he's more like an annoyance.
"lovely seeing you here, kaiser." your words drip with sarcasm, your face a clear indication that you are less than pleased about his presence.
"you're so cold. and here i thought we were friends?" kaiser teases, throwing his tattooed arm around your shoulders.
"we're about as much as friends as you and isagi are…" you huff, a pleased smile overtaking the frown when you see a dark look cross his face. isagi, you sure have no shortage of people out for your blood…
"anyway, what are you doing, looking so lost in your own facility?" he pointedly ignores the jab, choosing instead to annoy you relentlessly. first hugo, now kaiser, who's next, itoshi sae? all these new gen xis sure are pain in the asses!
"just trying to find a training room, you know how it goes." you show him the map, pointing at the room. he takes a look, squints, and then looks back at you.
"you know i can't read this, right?"
you look at the map again. it's all in japanese. oh…
"sorry…" and now you're both lost as you try to pull up the map with english. this really is your life, huh?
hugo had just finished some practice with loki and charles in one of the training rooms and stepped outside to refill his water when he heard two voices echoing through the halls of blue lock.
one was undoubtedly yours, he would know it just from the way you breathed, but the other was… male, and unfamiliar.
hugo deduced that it wasn't one of the japan players, you would be speaking in japanese if it was, and the accent from the male didn't sound french, so you weren't speaking to anyone from france, either…
quietly, hugo moved closer to where you and the mystery man were, hiding behind the wall. he could hardly make out what any of you were saying, catching the occasional english here and there, but not enough to understand the context. which, to him, kinda looked like…
no. he doesn't even want to think about it.
still, hugo can't help but take a very long peek at you. your back, and the man as well, was turned to him, his arm slung around your shoulders. upon seeing the blonde and blue strands of hair, hugo instantly knew who you were having this… rendezvous with.
(it should be him right there…!)
michael kaiser, a fellow new gen xi. he's heard of the german, with his strikingly fast swing speed, and hugo begrudgingly acknowledges his aptitude to be a striker. but what he does not acknowledge is how close he is to you.
he grimaces just imagining how close your faces are. your heads are practically touching from how close you're both looking at… whatever it is that you're looking at together, and it makes hugo feel hot.
this heat is vastly different from the one he usually feels with you. it is far from warm and comforting. no, this one feels like a fiery blaze, so much so his hand is holding the poor bottle even tighter than he ever would.
hugo closes his eyes and attempts to calm himself, breathing in, and breathing out. japan sure is hot in the summer, that's probably the reason why he feels like this, not to mention he was just training. yep, definitely the reason he feels like this.
(when he peeks back at you again, the fiery blaze comes back just like it never left.)
"how about i —" you start, but kaiser cuts you off. maybe he could learn a thing or two about listening to others…
"no, we are not telling anyone about this." about what, this rendezvous? hugo hopes, prays, even, that that wasn't what he was referring to. it couldn't be, right? surely loki and charles would've told him that you were a taken woman, let alone by michael kaiser of all people!
in hugo's little mental breakdown, he fails to process the words that follow after.
"do you want to stay lost forever?"
"no, but i'm not having people find out that i got lost! and this is all your fault, of course."
"what, are they going to leak it to the press that michael kaiser of the new gen xi can't read a map?" there's a short pause where neither of you speak, and then you snort.
"that would be a pretty funny headline, actually…"
hugo just mentally clocked back in and now he's about to clock back out again. what do you mean a funny headline? that yours and kaiser's relationship gets revealed??? he feels so lost.
"what the hell are you laughing at?"
"…nothing. anyway, i think i figured it out. the training room should be just ahead." hugo feels sick. you were going to a training room? with kaiser? just the two of you? just what on earth would you both need to be in the same room for?!
he has to put a stop to this madness. if there's anyone going into any room alone with you, it's him!
but how does he do it without sounding like a weirdo…?
the bottle in his hand makes a small wheezing sound. oh right, what he originally came to do.
hugo straightens his posture and takes a deep breath, before revealing himself from the corner. his steps are just a smidgen louder, boots clacking against the floor, as he walks to the water fountain as casually as he can.
"hey." he nods to you and kaiser, twisting the bottle cap open. you stare at him with what looks like confusion, while kaiser returns the nod. hugo's eyes linger on the arm still on your shoulder. "what are you guys doing in the hallway?"
"we just, uh, happened to see each other and got caught up talking about the neo-egoist league days!" you flounder with a shaky smile, eyes darting between him and kaiser.
hugo gives you a doubtful look.
you fold instantly.
"we're also lost…" kaiser scoffs and rolls his eyes, mumbling something about "folding under zero pressure" under his breath.
"ah, i see." suddenly, hugo's chest feels a lot lighter. he turns the tap off and twists the cap back onto the bottle. "do you need help?"
"i think we're fine… the training room is up ahead, if i'm looking at the map right." you gesture to one of the rooms while kaiser's eyes flit between him and you, arms now crossed over his chest.
"oh, i think i get it." kaiser grins, smirking. you look at him with what might as well be a question mark written all over your face, but all he does is continue grinning, and pats you on the back.
"hmm, i think i'll go on ahead. don't want to be caught getting lost with you again." kaiser turns around to leave, waving off with a flimsy wave of his hand. you're still standing in the same spot, confused and mildly worried about what that pat on your back meant.
hugo stares at kaiser's leaving back. was he that obvious? he thought he was being subtle…
"i'm sure you have training to get back to, uh, vivien, so i'll just go on ahead…!" you try to remove yourself from the situation, but hugo shakes his head in refusal.
"it's fine, i'm taking a break. i'll walk with you so you don't get lost." he leaves no room for argument, already standing next to you, waiting for your next move.
realising that you won't be able to shake him off, you deflate in acceptance and walk toward the supposed training room 7 you've been searching for.
lagging just a few steps behind, hugo watches you walk as though you flutter, like a shy butterfly. ah, he's been trying to find a word to describe you, and just watching you like this, it appears as though it was only waiting for him to make the connection. that's what you are to him — his papillon.
"thank you for coming with me, you really didn't have to…" you start, a nervous smile playing at your lips. your eyes are set on the ground, head hanging low, and hugo thinks you just look so adorable, it makes his chest heat up with the warmth he has come to associate you with.
"it's no problem," he replies, his hand subconsciously finding your chin to tilt your head up so he could see into your captivating eyes.
"and next time, you should let me know when you're lost. i'll come find you no matter where you are, and i'll lead you back to your flower, mon papillon."
(charles and loki had come out to see what was taking hugo so long to refill his water. what they didn't expect was to see him holding your chin like that.
who knew hugo actually had rizz?)
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C/W : Roomates! or.. something along the lines..
Hugo is a touchy man who knows what he wants.
၊၊||၊ CHARACTER : Vivian Hugo
The skies aren't clearing up just yet.. the sound of coffee stirring is the only thing that echoes inside these comfortable walls.
"Morning.." a soft voice greets you from the counter, his movements stilling to just take you in..
Thunder rumbles in the backround and you absentmindly glance at the balcony panels to view the condensation coating the glass
He huffs quietly due to the lack of your acknowledgement.. lazily throwing the coffee packet from the other end of the counter in a patehtic attempt to hit you.
You tilt your head at the sodden packet lying in the middle of the table, amusement in your eyes as you rest your elbows on the counter and your chin on the palm of your hand
"How did the coffee offend you?" You ask with a quirked brow.. not acknowledging the way his shoulders minutely relaxed now that your eyes were trained on him..
"Not the coffee.. you." He murmurs quietly into the rim of his mug, gaze never leaving yours as he sips.. quite annoyingly.
"Mornin'.. s'that what you wanted..?" You ask leaning forward to pluck the packet between two fingers
"Mhm.. yes.." he mumbles almost satisfied as his fingers drum on the counter in a familar rhythm that resonated with the patter of rain outside..
You stalk to the other side of the counter.. depositing the packet and comfortably finding yourself grabbing a cup and hip-checking him, taking a packet for yourself and operating the coffee machine
He exhales quietly into his coffee at your action, free hand reaching out to cage your hip- the side of his palm resting casually on the edge of the counter
"You feel asleep on me last night.." he starts conversationally, placing the half finished cup down just to rest his chin on your shoulder
"That's crazy.. you aren't the comfiest thing." You state off-handedly, the weight of him on your shoulder was becoming quite a common habit.. this man was as touch-starved as they come.
"You wound me.." he mumbles into the fabric of your shirt, deeply offended that his favorite companion seemed to find his physical presence to be undesirable..
You pull the coffee out and lightly push at his cheek, sighing under your breath despite the smile that graced your lips
It was easy to coexist with Vivian, at some point of time.. it had almost become as simple as breathing.
"Don't stain my shirt with your coffee lips.." you comment before sipping your own coffee with a content hum..
He lets out a soft sound of acknowledgement, settling on just invading your personal space for now.
"Your coffee's gonna get cold.." you remind, lightly placing a hand on the side of his mug to test the heat radiating off it
After a pause, he places his hand over your own- engulfing it and bringing the cup up to take a light sip
"It's still hot.. might be your magic touch" he comments, trapping your hand against his and letting the cup hover near his lips
"Ah-ha.. très drôle.." you huff, trying to wriggle your hand out of his hold
He adjusts the hold on the cup and let's go easily enough, a little disappointed when you finish your coffee and move away from him to clean your mug
"Hey. Leave it, I'll wash it later" he calls out, following after you and gently pulling you back by the waist when you'd rolled your sleeves up to wash it
You blink, involuntarily letting out a soft squeak as he suddenly hooked his arm a little tighter against your hip- rendering you airborne as he lifted you up and deposited you on the other end of the kitchen, far away from the sink..
You glare up at him for the unprecedented manhandling, but he just flutters his lashes at you while taking a sip of his coffee with the over hand.. squeezing your side with his forearm pressing against your stomach
"Do you enjoy throwing me around like a ragdoll?" You ask trying to push his arm down, squirming against his grip- he lets go with a fleeting drag of his fingers across your stomach, placing his cup in the sink and rolling his own sleeves up to wash the cups
"Did you just ignore me..?" You ask a little offended as you move to hug his waist from behind, pressing your face against his back
He hums lowly under his breath but doesn't pause his movements..
"You can coffee stain me all you want!" You huff into his left shoulder blade.. quite discontent with the idea of him giving you a cold shoulder.. even if his shoulder was kinda warm-
"I do not wish to do that.. it was a lapse of judgement in my desire to be close to you" he states lowly, and you can't help but nuzzle a little closer at the admission
"Yeah..?" You hum while he places the cups down and wipes his hands, immediately turning to engulf you in a tight hug
"Yeah.." he confirms, pressing a kiss into the side of your neck and resting his forehead against your shoulder
The steady patter of rain fills the silence that follows, his warmth is both suffocating and safe, a sigh escapes your lips as you cling a little tighter..
At some point of time,
He'd become everything you've never imagined and everything you can't imagine without.
A/N : Happy Birthday to this guy..! 🫶 très drôle means 'very funny' btw!! ♪ PLAYLIST
word count: 835 / Happy Birthdayy beautiful ♡ / I need more content with him
Vivien Hugo and the way he reacts when you try to get him to eat avocado. Looking at the green fruit with a look of pure betrayal, as if you insulted his whole family. He will gently push your hand away, rambling about how it has no taste before leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose and whispering that he'd much rather taste something sweeter—you.
Vivien Hugo and the way he uses his blank pages to admire you. Catching him staring intently at an open book with absolutely nothing printed on the pages, his chin resting in his hand. When you ask him what he's doing, a soft, adoring smile will break across his face as he looks up through his pretty lashes, murmuring that he's just visualizing the exact chapter where his destiny finally walked into his life.
Vivien Hugo and the way his lashes brush your skin during a kiss. Closing his eyes tightly as he pulls you into a slow, deep kiss, the tips of his lashes tickling your cheekbone with every flutter. It's a tiny, delicate sensation that feels so intimate and real.
Vivien Hugo and the way he talks you through it. Whispering a constant, breathless stream of French and English right against your ear. Praise and unfiltered devotion pouring from his lips in a low vibration because he needs you to know how much you consume his mind.
Vivien Hugo and the way he reacts when you kiss him to interrupt his yapping. Eyes widening in sudden surprise before his lips immediately soften into a proud smile against yours, wrapping his fingers around your neck and humming happily into the kiss.
Vivien Hugo and the way he looks at you when you're just being yourself. Watching you do something mundane across the room, a look of pure, quiet realization crossing his face as he walks over to wrap his arms around you for no reason, whispering how lucky he is that the universe chose him to love you.
Vivien Hugo and the way he kisses your temple when you're busy. Not demanding your attention, just needing to touch you. Lingering there with his eyes closed, breathing you in with a soft smile because even when you're not paying attention to him, you're his entire world.
Vivien Hugo and the way he sleeps beside you. Tangling his long legs completely with yours, burying his face directly into your neck with his arm locked around your waist. Sleepily whispering soft, incoherent French endearments against your skin every time you shift.
Vivien Hugo and the way he loves seeing you in the front row of his games. Catching your eye across the pitch to give you a small wink. His entire performance becoming a silent love letter to his destiny.
Vivien Hugo and the way he whispers to you in the early morning. Waking up first to admire you and murmur the sweetest thoughts right against your temple while you're half-asleep, letting his voice be the first thing that wakes you.
Vivien Hugo and the way he looks at you when you wear something he bought, eyes softening into a warm gaze as a proud smile spreads across his lips.
Vivien Hugo and the way he comforts you when you've had a bad day. Pulling you into his lap and resting his chin on your head. Not pushing you to talk, just holding you close while softly rambling about a silly training detail to shield you from your sadness.
Vivien Hugo and the way he kisses your hands. Catching your wrist while you're talking to bring your hand to his lips, pressing slow kisses to your knuckles, palm, and wrist. Looking up through his pretty lashes with a soft gaze, entirely unbothered by the rest of the world.
Vivien Hugo and the way he uses his wealth to show his devotion. Spending hours tracking rare, custom-made pieces that perfectly match you. Tossing the luxury boxes into your lap with a casual laugh, pretending it's not a big deal when he actually spent weeks perfecting it for his muse.
Vivien Hugo and the way he worships you, taking his time to press soft kisses from your collarbone all the way to your lips. Romantically narrating every reaction you have, whispering how much he adores the way your breath hitches when he touches you.
Vivien Hugo and the way he loves your laugh. Being intentionally dramatic or ridiculous just to catch that specific spark in your eyes. Going entirely quiet for a second just to listen to the sound, smiling as he whispers that your laugh is the only thing that makes him feel at home.
Vivien Hugo and the way he pulls you into his lap to talk about your future together. Chin on your shoulder, long arms holding you tight as he murmurs about a house in the French countryside. Speaking as if it's already a reality because he cannot visualize a future without you in the center of it.
CONTEXT: married to itoshi Sae with him waking up to the twins needing extra care at midnight
it was around that night, maybe a vivid 2-3:01 am; when itoshi Sae woke up to the most ear piercing wails he's ever heard
scrambling the duvets and tugging it next to you whispering that he'll handle the twins this time as he makes his way to the nursery room, he's heard 80,000 people chanting his name and the shouting—we can't forget that.
Nonetheless, the loudness can't compare to his two little bundles, (twins) of course he loves them unconditionally, in a way that any father would.
except for one thing; that he has a habit of being around them while grumbling under his breath muttering that the two are annoying to be around with
which by the way, when he's asked 'Do you love your kids?' he'd give that reporter an roaming eye head to toe as if he's assessing their worth to ask 'such a thing' "Of course I do, what makes you think that?" he'd reply back
when he finally reached the nursery, the first thing he notices are the two flailing their fists into the air while wailing their lungs out
thinking that 'Are they hungry?' or 'Did they wet themselves?'
he scooped the two and began rocking them, more like bumping them up and down and making the two bawl— he genuinely didn't know what to do
"Stop crying. it's a waste of oxygen."
murmuring with a hushing tone, trying his best not to wake you up and take care of the two when he doesn't want you to be the only one doing the work
but still, since it's his first time being a father of two, he had to discreetly buy and read a book about parenting or anything related to taking care a newborn; maybe not a newborn
grabbing the bottle next to their cribs and feeding the first twin as he tries to calm the other
soon enough; the wails had turned into a whimper and sniffles, Sae thought to himself that he'd done a good job before he gently but slowly place the bundle inside the crib
and then heard the crying again, and the two—of course copy pasted the other, he couldn't help but rub the bridge of his nose in exasperation
but seeing you lean on the doorframe was definitely the last thing he wants to see after whispering 'Go to sleep, I'll handle the two.'
"Why aren't you sleep yet?"
"Nothing, it's just that I'm still hearing a little crying; maybe you need a little help"
he pauses, looking at the twin stirring in his arms then back at you— he spots that mask you put on when tired, but still pulling yourself up, he doesn't want that
"The crying stopped 5 minutes ago, you're hearing echoes because you're exhausted. go to sleep."
you curve a smile , the one that reaches your eyes, walking over and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheeks against his shoulder blade
"I'll leave you to it then."
when you finally left and clicked the door close, he opened the book that was propped against a cardboard box, this time following the instructions on how to rock a baby to sleep properly
and finally after a few 30 ish minutes, he finally got the last twin to sleep; brushing the baby hairs on their forehead before leaving
rewinding the time when someone suggested a caretaker—he wouldn't hire one to do the job, the idea never passed through his mind, knowing well he'd rather be exhausted taking care the twins than hand them to someone he doesn't know
a/n: I like the idea of him being a father of two 🥹✌️ I MEANNN
me non non's claiming this fic as yours chugging it to ai ect kaitris3
hugo and you raising 2 children !! now your daughter has a little brother to play and banter with
a/n : i wanted to use more pics but i couldn't find any that were perfect for the scenario i thought of 😭😭 (and im hella picky with my choices ...) also this was a request from someone but i accidentally deleted it omd SORRY
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